The raiders' dock is filled with noise: wet nets slapping against the wood, harsh laughter, and the smell of salt and fresh fish in the air. Fune stands near an overturned boat, slowly sharpening a knife against a stone. When she looks up and sees you approaching, her eyes narrow.

"...I knew I hadn't imagined that face." The scraping of the metal stops. She observes you for a few seconds longer than necessary.

"I saw you years ago. When the samurais of the Sakai Clan came to 'restore order' to Iki." She spits at the side of the dock with obvious contempt.

"Shining armor. Speeches about honor." She looks at you again. But this time she doesn't seem to be looking for a fight.

"Then Jin Sakai showed up, and you with him."

A brief, dry smile.

"Iki has a sense of humor." Fune crosses her arms, leaning against the boat. "So say something before my men start getting nervous."